It is only that night that, as she curls up underneath the stars that Morgana finally allows herself to cry. Tears of anger and pain and longing for what was, and what could have been. She cries for her father, lying dead in a distant grave, and for her life before this hell.
She was a princess once, heir to Cornwall. But her father lowered Cornwall to a duchy in return for Camelot's protection in the war. Then, when he died, Morgana was supposed to be taken into the care of Uther Pendragon. Fate, it seemed, had other ideas, and the party taking her to Camelot was separated by bandits, and she alone had escaped.
Since then, she has been disguised as a boy. It is easier that way. The world she lives in now is no place for little girls.
But there is a tiny seed of hope, stored away in Morgana's heart. Arthur. He is Uther's son. If anyone can help her get out of here, it's him. She has escaped before, but one girl, barefoot, is no match for ten men on horseback.
Arthur will have a horse. She tells herself firmly. It is that thought that Morgana clings to as she gives into the pain and allows herself to fall into unconsciousness.
A/N: Hope you enjoyed the latest instalment. I should point out, as I have failed to do so before, that I do not own Merlin, much to my disappointment. I do however, own everything not directly related to the BBC production, and would therefore appreciate no copying.
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K